Like girl come walking through the cornfield
Like blue vibration through the sea
I know I´d love her to breathe, again
Like cubes are talking her down

I´ve been a wasted day
Like spinning round a saint
Like colored wild sign
Theresa talking in the rain

Like girl be growing through town
Windows are thoughts in the stain
I know I´d love her to stay
Whispering signs are agreeing

Like talking golden terrain
Like thriving dark in the saint
A cat in gold goes along
Theresa´s sound for the king